A Little Hemingway for Today

From one of my favorite books: A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
-Hemingway (A Moveable Feast)


Paris. The Second Time Around.

In 2004, right before my husband (boyfriend at the time) and I flew to Paris for the first time, my pops gave me a Paris coffee table book. I didn’t scan through the pages until we got back from our trip. I regretted that later.

When I finally opened the book, there was a picture that caught my eye. It’s hard to explain how I felt as I stared at the picture over and over again. All I can say is, I was captivated. It was a picture of the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. I couldn’t believe I was just in Paris and I didn’t get a chance to see it.

Since that day, I have longed to go back to the City of Light. A few years later, I discovered my obsession with Paris in the 1920’s: Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Stein, Beach, Pound, Joyce…La Closerie des Lilas, Café de Flore, and the list goes on. A couple of years ago, I began writing my second novel, which takes place in Paris. Around the same time, I wondered about going there for a Writers Workshop. In short, I couldn’t stop thinking of Paris.

And so, eight years later, since the first time I fell in love with the City of Light, I am finally going back. It feels like a dream.

This trip means the world to me. I am excited about the workshop. I can’t wait to learn new things and meet other writers. I look forward to visiting the places that The Lost Generation frequently went to. I can’t wait to stroll the streets of Paris and find the inspiration I need to finish my second novel. Last, but not least, I cannot wait to walk inside the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. Besides, it was the reason why I wanted to go back to Paris in the first place.

I see now that everything happens for a reason. If I had known about the bookstore and visited it during my first trip to Paris, it would’ve been different. I wasn’t writing novels then. I wasn’t even familiar with Paris in the 1920’s. I hadn’t read the books I’ve read now. It wasn’t the right time to go, but going now seems perfect.

I guess when we want something so bad we end up doing what it takes to make it happen. And although sometimes they may seem impossible, it may just be that it’s not the right time.

And so my fellow bloggers and writers, as I take a trip to the City of Light, I’d like to share with you what I learn and what I experience. I hope you check back and see what I’m up to, as I float away into a dream.

I have many reasons why I’m going to Paris, but who really needs a reason to go? You just go. It’s Paris.

Where would you go if you could pick the perfect place to write and be inspired?

Happy writing!